Do I want to be you or be with you? Do I like you or want to be just like you? Your stare's got me petrified Crushing hard, I'm fossilized Turn my bones into stone Buried underneath your landslide I just wanna look at you I just wanna look like you My greatest find, best of your kind You're my Sue And I'd spend my days in the dirt with you... Do I want to be you or be with you? Do I like you or want to be just like you? Can't be every Eveelution Gotta catch 'em all instead I want to go to all your parties and Ditto all your friends, I just wanna dress like you I just wanna undress like you; My bonus feature, rarest creature You're my Mew, And I'd save my master ball for you Do I want to be you or be with you? Do I like you or want to be just like you?

What’s the price of utopia? Your modern stone-age suburbia. Bowling alleys, drive-ins, super fast highway overpass Built on the bones of an underclass. She’ll put his dinner on the table And he won’t even give thanks. And yet I feel i should be grateful just to survive and to give more than my body is able. And as i carry them on my back And as my mouth fills with their waste And as i mow the lawn with my teeth And as i wash their skin i’ll say: It’s a living, it’s a living, it’s a living, it’s a living, it’s a living, it’s a living, it’s a living, it’s a living, it’s a living, You work hard for your family, your life of luxury And you hate your boss, breaking rocks down at the quarry So show some basic empathy for those who aren't so lucky. Think what would happen to your job if one day we all just stopped? How would you impress your neighbours If your household withholds its labour? Just relax, sit back and light your Winston's cigarette; but don't forget that we're the ones who’re lighting it! And as we carry you on our backs And as our mouths fill with your waste And as we mow your lawns with our teeth And as we wash your skin what can we say? But It's a living, it's a living, it's a living it’s a living, it’s a living it's a living We're the bulldozers, the cranes Lawnmowers aeroplanes The cameras, the Record players, The typewriters, the juice makers The vacuums, the microwaves The hoses and the rakes The alarm clocks, the phones The toasters, the combs The shower, the radio The headphones and the stereo The bridges & the roads And the tv remotes. We’re the sewing machines The washing machines The coffee machines And it's all we'll ever know! ‘Coz it's a living, it's a living,it's living It's a living, it's a living, it's a living It's a living, it's a living, it's a living